This choice: Nothing eventful happens, skip to lunch • Go Back...Chapter #3Having A Bite With Willow by: Mr.Z   (Hey, this is not my chapter. I didn't write it. All credit goes to Spaghetlord. Thank you for writing this.)
After an average, which is to say boring, morning the glorious beacon of hope and temporary relief which is the lunch period shines it's magnificent beams on a small portion of the student body.
You yourself walk into the cafeteria alongside a relatively small horde of other students, the group quickly dispersed as social cliques begin to fill up tables. You move past the tables and join the line forming at the counter where they serve the technically legal slop they call food.
A minute of patience and pretending the girl behind you drilling into your ass with her gaze doesn't exist later you finally get to the lunch lady. As you make choice out of the small selection you rather hypocritically look a her quite large breasts. They just seem to jiggle and sway with her every move an- "Doug?" her soft southern accent wakes you up as you dart your eyes up towards the young lunch lady "S-sorry Jane." you say bashfully. She just giggles and gives you a smirk that lets you know that she knew exactly what you were doing and that she didn't mind. "Just wanted to make sure you were still on earth." she presses a button on the cash register and looks at you "You're set to go." After a quick survey of the lunch room you spot an almost entirely empty table, save for your friend Willow.
Now calling her your "friend" is a bit of a stretch. You only interact with her once or twice a week, which is a lot more than most can say. But from those conversations you can tell that she's got an impeccable sense of manners and a quiet demeanor, staying silent except for two or three word responses. You have heard rumors about her being one of the smartest students in the school and you honestly don't doubt it with how the few times you got her going in a conversation the shit she talks about goes entirely over your head.
As you walk up to her you are reminded of one of the reasons you like to consider her a friend.
She's super hot.
Being half asian she's got a regal, cold face framed by neat, black hair. While on other girls it would just make them look bitchy she manages to make it look alluring. Her face also seems to transform into something of utmost adorableness when she gives one of her once-a-century smiles. Looking down a bit you see the reason why you don't believe in the petite asian stereotype, through her rather modest clothing lies what has got to be a perfect set of at least D-cup tits.
"Hey Willow." you say as you sit down across from her. You feel your vision almost get drawn to her black eyes as she looks up. Her full red lips which contrast beautifully with her, as far as you can tell, natural almost pure white skin curl into a small smirk. "God what I wouldn't do for a blowjob from that" you think. "Hey Doug" she says with her oddly relaxing voice.
As you two begin to talk about a variety of things you find yourself getting really, well, fascinated with her voice. It just becomes easier and easier to just listen her every word. You find yourself getting oddly tired and sluggish as the conversation continues. Eventually you give up on talking and just listen to her. While before you weren't really paying attention to what she was saying soon after it devolved into a pleasant white noise. Before you know it you the bell for the end of lunch and Willow makes her way around the table and slips a piece of paper into your hand and then says something that for a moment takes up your entire mind.
"I think you should come over to my place after school."
She walks away after that and you look at the note. There's just an address that's actually rather close to your house. Looking back at her direction the blurriness you only now realized had filled your vision for the past half hour returned to fill nearly all of your vision. The only crystal clear thing was Willows swaying ass, which for the record was an extremely nice ass.
The rest of the school day passed quickly, with you being unable to shake off the relaxation that blanketed your mind. When it lightens up enough for you to really gather your thoughts you realize you're on the bus home. Looking around you realize the girl sitting next to you, you think her name is Julia, managed to slip her hand underneath you while you were zoned out and is now groping your ass while looking around and making sure that no one notices.
While normally this would infuriate you you're just still too zen to do anything about it. Or even care at all for that matter. You decide to just sink into your chair and look out the window, besides, her warm hand kneading into your flesh actually felt pretty good and just deepened your bliss.
After a few minutes the bus slows down and see you house outside the window. You turn towards and girl and for some reason the word "Sorry" slips out of your lips. You stand up and start walking out of the two person seat but while you were slipping past the girl she actually darts forward and gives your ass a quick kiss! You whip around at her but she refuses to make eye contact with you, instead just staring at her own lap (which happens to have a growing bulge in it) while blushing beet red. Quickly assessing the bus and seeing that everyone is too absorbed in whatever they're doing to notice. You decide to avoid drama and just join your sister Sarah at the front of the bus.
Walking into your home you normally watch TV, hang out with Sarah or do homework but suddenly your senses are filled with Willows perfect red lips saying
"I think you should come to my place after school."
The urge to obey is quickly consuming your judgment and you decide to...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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